When the horses come, white and brave i’ll stay here watching you,

Unless they sweep me up on their journey home,

Mountains passing,

Sea’s crashing

Horses amassing- hundred and thousands of tight, sinewing muscles under black fur pumping and a couple of whites.

Away, away hurtling down a spiky dune path, where the green sticks are battling,

on and on,

Thud,

Thud

Galloping, galloping

Until we open out onto a thick beach and the horses disappear like a dream.

Mine lingers though, on this

White beach. Misty shoreline.

When I see you on a horse next to me, it’s muscles smoking,

I wonder that I could have thought I left you behind when here we are, dreaming of the same horses.

This poem was based on the pictures I took on Cape Town, South Africa. We went on a morning sunrise ride, and were surrounded in this beautiful white mist.

Enjoy reading 🙂